What does a grocery list say about its maker?

Do you make a list?

Living in rural Montana, I am a maker of lists. Buyer of duplicates or triplicates, customer of the grocery stores at hand, acceptor of generic brands.

Take, for example, my most recent grocery list, sent to my son by text, who had business in Billings the other day, and who offered to pick up what I needed.

Were I a psychiatrist, I might make these observations about the writer of this list.

She is organized, surprisingly not color-coded, but compartmentalized.

She is thoughtful, grouping her requests by category.

She is a hybrid eater, mixing it up between the healthy and unhealthy.

She has jobs to do, polishing the stainless steel and cleaning the coffee pot.

She is snobby about her orange juice but pedestrian about her croutons.

She is political. Only Gold Peak Ice Tea because Pure Leaf has taken a stand against Israel.

She is political. Only Peet’s Coffee because Starbucks is woke.

She still drinks cow’s milk as opposed to almond milk.

She has sensitive skin.

She buys tonic for her husband’s vodka tonics.

She uses legal tablets as opposed to sticky notes.

She uses felt tip markers as opposed to pens.

She views grocery lists as a part of life.